[NetBehaviour] Antarctic Thought

Alan Sondheim sondheim at panix.com
Fri Mar 31 18:57:23 CEST 2017



Antarctic Thought

http://www.alansondheim.org/antarctic.jpg
http://www.alansondheim.org/bur7.mp3
http://www.alansondheim.org/bur6.mp3

Azure's songs, long-necked saz, early Antarctic
exploration

&& what is the blackness of the antarctic night its silence the
numbing result of neural pain against the sound / creaking of
iceberg ice-floes against the sides of the rib cage of hull and
body

my skin falls off ; sores there are ; scurvy ;the relative LOSS
of the body ; always the treatment across the next cathode anode
electrode next ice-floes; here we are always among them; there's
no going back; the hull marooned in ice; the sound of a nearby
bell lacerates remaining fast-forward thoughts of abject warmth
and glamour

what is the blackness of the antarctic night its silence the
numbing result of neural pain against the sound / creaking of
iceberg ice-floes against the sides of the rib cage of hull and
body/*/*

walrus skin seal skin human skin buried beneath rock slabs
icebound earth too hard to dig in not the strength to move
anything we lay in rows in the makeshift ;;

Nothing moves, river deep ...

walrus narwhale seal harpoon maroon sky at daybreak midday hare
fox havent seen anything in these parts cant keep my eyes (eyes)
open light/fade

walrus skin seal skin human skin buried beneath rock slabs
icebound earth too hard to dig in not the strength to move
anything we lay in rows in the makeshift ;; calls forth wayward
my masquerade, eating, excreting memory. accompanying the taut,
walrus skin seal skin human skin buried beneath rock slabs
icebound earth too hard to dig in not the strength to move
anything we lay in rows in the makeshift ;; is , taut, my skin
falls off ; sores there are ; scurvy ;the relative LOSS of the
body ; always the treatment across the next cathode anode
electrode next ice-floe; here we are always among them; there's
no going back; the hull marooned in ice; the sound of a nearby
bell lacerates remaining fast-forward thoughts of abject warmth
and glamour? ... my masquerade is narwhale here, it's my
masquerade?

becoming-Jennifer's walrus skin seal skin human skin buried
beneath rock slabs icebound earth too hard to dig in not the
strength to move anything we lay in rows in the makeshift ;;? &&
close enough to touch you close enough to touch him close enough
to touch her close enough to touch it You melt into Julu's skin
forever/*/*

walrus skin seal skin human skin buried beneath rock slabs
icebound earth too hard to dig in not the strength to move
anything we lay in rows in the makeshift ;;:my skin falls off ;
sores there are ; scurvy ;the relative LOSS of the body ; always
the treatment across the next cathode anode electrode next
ice-floe; here we are always among them; there's no going
back; the hull marooned in ice; the sound of a nearby bell
lacerates remaining fast-forward thoughts of abject warmth and
glamour:what is the blackness of the antarctic night its silence
the numbing result of neural pain against the sound / creaking
of iceberg ice-floes against the sides of the rib cage of hull
and body:seal:seal Come home with me, walrus skin seal skin
human skin buried beneath rock slabs icebound earth too hard to
dig in not the strength to move anything we lay in rows in the
makeshift ;;, "becoming-narwhale in wayward;taut/*/*"




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